Luna

Backlund, East Borough, Saint Anthony No. 9.

"Crackling."

The fire in the fireplace had been burning for a while, with only a few glowing red embers remaining, crackling and popping as they split open.

A pure black kitten sat upright in front of the fireplace. Its fur was glossy and smooth, and its blue eyes reflected the firelight. Its body did not move, but its ears seemed to be independent living things, twitching incessantly with the continuous crackling of the firewood.

Although the black cat was interested in the glittering flames and the crackling firewood, it did not pounce into the fireplace because a very tall fence stood between it and the fireplace.

Behind the black cat was a large sofa, where the owner of the house was sitting in a relaxed posture.

Winter, fireplace, cat, warm home, and the owner sitting comfortably—these elements combine to create a heartwarming scene.

--If it weren't for the fact that one of the owners was going mad, then that would indeed be true.

"You will eat your food by the sweat of your brow, until you go to your grave."

Luther murmured softly, his eyes widening, his blood-red robes trembling with the prayer, rippling like the surface of water, "For you are dust, and to dust you shall return."

The once warm living room seemed to have grown colder because of his frantic prayers.

"Meow."

The black cat flicked its tail and suddenly turned its head.

In that instant, the blue in its eyes was replaced by pure black.

Meow~

As if communicating with something, it called out to the empty void, its small cat face appearing solemn, its tail swishing back and forth.

Soon, as if it had received an answer, the little black cat nimbly got up and ran towards the kitchen.

A few seconds later.

"Squeak!"

A faint, mournful cry came from inside the house. The black cat, with a shivering gray mouse in its mouth and its tail held high, waddled back.

Meow~

It ran to Luther's feet, put down the dead rat, and looked up, squeaking as if showing off or asking for credit.

Unfortunately, Luther was engrossed in his Illusion and unaware that his home was being carefully protected. Fortunately, the little black cat generously forgave Luther, simply placing the mouse in a conspicuous spot on the sofa before running back to observe the fire in the fireplace.

"Call--"

Luther snapped out of his Illusion, looked up at the clock on the living room wall, and realized it was already thirty minutes later.

"The frequency and duration of the attacks have decreased."

He thought to himself.

As the Potion was digested, Luther's near-out-of-control madness gradually subsided. Perhaps once he fully digested the Shepherd's Potion, he would be able to regain basic control. However, even so, when he came into contact with the aura of the True Creator, or when his emotions reached an extreme, he was still prone to becoming mad and extreme.

If I had to explain it, it would probably be that my mental baseline was already very low, and after being stimulated, I was prone to teetering on the edge of madness and lucidity.

It doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't affect my ability to kill.

Luther thought to himself.

Monday is just two days away, the day of the Tarot Club. This time, he plans to go up and have a good chat with [The Sun] to see if there's any way he can get access to the "Black Knight's " Potion recipe.

"Simply giving money isn't enough, and their City of Silver is in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, so they don't need Loen's Pound."

Luther muttered to himself.

"So, in exchange for Beyonder Characteristic?"

He only has a maximum of Sequence 5 Beyonder Characteristic, and his Beyonder Item are basically the same. If we really have to say, the most valuable one is the "Pain" weapon that has mutated into bones. However, the value of Pain is too great, and its effects have a unique purpose for him, so it is impossible for him to give it to others easily.

I wish there was something more suitable.

Luther frowned in thought.

Speaking of which, the Sequence 5 Beyonder I met back then, Sharron, had arranged to go to a noble cemetery of the Amon Family in the Fourth Epoch. Perhaps there would be something of great value in the Fourth Epoch cemetery!

Unfortunately, Sharron broke her promise, and the Queen, who was in charge of liaison, also temporarily left Backlund.

Let's put this matter aside for now and keep it as a backup option. If the Queen can return in time, we'll try to find Sharron through her. In the meantime, we can't place all our hopes on Sharron and City of Silver; we still need to continue looking for possible Pathway.

If there's another possibility, it Aurora Order.

Although the Aurora Order in Backlund has been Destruction, the false shell has been preserved by Luther —he impersonates Mr. A, Flesh Puppet act as Servants. The Beyonder Gathering organized by Mr. A are still going on. Those Beyonders of lower Sequence have not noticed the abnormality of the host and are conducting their transactions as usual.

The gathering proved more useful than he had imagined. Through the communication and transactions among the participants, he gained considerable intelligence about Backlund's underground, as well as some knowledge of the occult.

As expected, building a platform is always the most profitable.

Could I impersonate Mr. A and apply to the Aurora Order headquarters for Sequence 4 Potion recipe?

The chances are slim, and it's very dangerous.

Leaving aside whether the Aurora Order headquarters would agree, if they did, and if they were to send a few High Sequence Extraordinary individuals to audit them, like the Goddess Church did, it would be disastrous if they were discovered.

Although Luther had decided to eliminate the Aurora Order, he also knew that with his current strength, he was not yet capable of defeating a High Sequence expert.

"None of these methods are easy."

Lu Ze said in a low voice, "But then again, if it weren't difficult, how could we demonstrate the preciousness and power of the demigod potion?"

He said this as if to comfort himself, and tried to sit up by pushing himself up on the sofa with both hands. Suddenly, he felt his palms touch something furry.

"Um?"

Luther looked down and picked up a dead mouse from the sofa.

"Luna, did you do this?"

He said to the black cat.

"Meow?"

When the little black cat heard him raise his voice, it turned its head and wagged its tail.

It probably doesn't know yet that "Luna" is its new name.

Indeed, after being reminded by Klein, Luther realized that he hadn't given the little black kitten a name. After some thought, and considering that it was a female kitten, Luther finally named it "Luna".

"You're the one who brought the mouse here, aren't you?"

Luther asked again.

Meow~

Luna the black cat finally turned around completely, tilting her head to look at Luther, as if wondering why he hadn't eaten yet, wasting all the care she had given him.

"That's fine, at least it helps get rid of pests in the house."

Luther and the cat stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly realized that they couldn't communicate at all, and chuckled softly.

"Boom!"

Flames erupted from his palm, instantly burning the corpse to ashes, and then he stood up.

It's time to go check on my flock of Lamb.